Horror Nights
"Liam, stop! We have to wait out the storm—"
"No time," he shouted over the wind. "The snowslide will hit this camp too. We have to go down. Now."
I couldn't see. The snow lashed my face, blinding me. I stumbled after him, my boots sinking into drifts up to my knees. The world had become a white nothing. No up, no down, no mountain, no sky. Just cold and noise and the desperate pressure of his hand around my wrist.
Then I fell.
One moment I was upright; the next, I was tumbling into a crevasse I hadn't seen. The snow swallowed me. I clawed at the walls, but there was nothing to hold. I slid down a chute of ice and came to a stop in darkness.
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